Next in was : Ava
Ava slowly strutted to the dais. Walking straight and standing still itself was a miracle for her, given the fact that she had been ingesting diuretics non-stop.
"Hey everyone!" She started with a weak smile. It was no surprise to the audience. They could see the strain on the corset belts and her trembling legs.
"My story began around a decade ago when I first met my man. I could never fathom that we would ever get hitched someday.
This happened around 15 years ago.It was a usual day at the office. Having had my sweet morning relief I was going mindlessly chugging coffee like no tomorrow. Little did I pay attention to the absurd amount of liquid that was getting ready to be pumped into my bladder.
When I actually got up after 6 long hours reality hit me hard. My bladder made its presence known to me with great might. It was so bad that I was about to loosen the belt on my tight pencil skirt right away. That's when Mr. Locks walked into my cabin. My bladder had started to register the effects of all the morning caffeine - 6/10 I would say.
I did not want to appear impolite and resisted the urge to cross my legs tightly. Pushing all the thoughts of using the toilet to the back of my mind I began discussions with him. Besides, I always had a hollow bladder to begin with and holding it in for all daylight was not uncommon. This was just another day of suffering I thought.
"I learnt from my very reliable sources that you're one of the most reputed lawyers in the city, one who has never lost a case." He spoke with an authoritative tone.
"You certainly have the right information Mr. Locks" I tried to appear equally authoritative. "How may I help you win the case?"
"I have always been an exhibitionist and a strong fetishist. I chose to become a biological engineer just to fulfill my dreams. I founded a medical research & pharmaceutical company called BladdeRox a few years back. People ridiculed me because they thought it was crazy for a lady to be able fully control over her bladder and making her hold her pee was inhuman. But as more and more women started to notice that I was manufacturing pills to give them the ability to hold it longer, my business grew."
"But a foolish lady threatens my business just because she peed her pants and claims that my muscle strengthening pills are ineffective. She filed a lawsuit against me and wants my company to be shutdown"
"How would you want me to handle the case? Tell me about evidences and. . . "
"I need you to demonstrate in the court that a woman, should she choose to, can hold her pee as long as she wants to and no external stimuli can make her wet herself" He interrupted me
"And how would I be able to demonstrate it?"
"Its very simple, the hearing of the case is scheduled in about an hour. When the prosecution lays all its allegations at us we will produce this pill in the court. This pill is meant to relax bladder muscle while also being a very strong diuretic. You will pop in one of the pills and not use the ladies room till the case is won."
"Is it really that simple?" I asked nervously. My own bladder suddenly started to become more and more restless as if it heard the idea of being unrelieved for a long time. He explained the in and out of all of his products , how the human urinary system works and what could have gone wrong with the lady who sued him. After having understood all the aspects and signing off the necessary papers I asked him meekly. . .
"Is it alright if I relieve myself before we move into the courtroom?"
"Miss Ava, you seem in dire need of a relief already... so much that you did not pay attention to the clause which states that you voluntarily forfeit your rights to use the toilet till the case is won and the client, which is me, allows you to relieve yourself"
"Yes of course!" I tried to smile faintly. I didn't think it could be as difficult as he made it sound. But things changed once we entered the court. Thick tension hung in air as we made way past the audience - surprisingly full of women.
The case soon began and the accusations kept pouring much similar to the way my kidneys kept pouring liquid into my bladder. I was instructed by Mr. Locks to take a small sip of water from the bottle after every question. We were trying very hard to prove that the lady in question had a weak bladder. At one point we even asked her to put her hands in a bowl of cold water and stand. The judge was reluctant to allow that but the lady insisted that she could take it. The bulge of her bladder was already gargantuan but she stood absolutely still.
My bladder on the other hand was throwing tantrums. I had been separated from the toilet from just 9 hours. I was sitting with my legs crossed tightly and my hands clutching the hem of my tight pencil skirt. He threw a stern glance at me and I at once pulled my hands of my skirt.
"How long have you been holding it?" I asked her pointing to her bladder.
"Long enough. . ." She arrogantly responded.
"Number of hours?"
"4 Hours..17 minutes precisely"
"How much have you had to drink since your last break?"
"Around a 2 liter and a half"
"How much have you had to drink since your last break?"
"Around a 2 liter and a half"
"Alright." I nervously began clenching my muscles under my breath. "Do you believe you have a strong bladder?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then you might as well not shy away from a holding contest"
"Who is the contender?"
"I am."
There was a sudden uproar in the crowd. Everyone was startled. I stole a glance at Mr. Locks who was grinning at me. After hours of questioning and cross questioning the case had come to a bottle neck and this was my only hope. If I could pull this feat and prove in court that a lady can always hold her pee against all odds I would win the case.
I asked the courtroom assistant to read the chemical report and the analysis of the pill to the judge. It stated that anyone who consumes a single pill with a liter of water is bound to experience very intense urge to urinate and may have to frequently do so for the rest of the day. Scheduled drug - not to be used without medical guidance.
I loudly announced. "I had drank around a tall glass of juice, 5 cups of coffee & around a liter of water since morning. I am fairly am going to chug down this entire liter of water and pop this pill. After an hours gap, if the judge permits we shall continue this little experiment to see, how strong the lady in question really is"
The judge herself being at the brink of an accident decided to break off for an hour.
A minute after the court went empty I, Mr.Locks, and the prosecution stayed back for obvious reasons.There were police officers to keep an eye on us to prevent us from cheating or peeing.
The lady immediately drank a liter of water to set the game even.
10 minutes into the break. My bladder pangs were getting stronger. I could feel the pee rushing towards my pee hole. I breathed deep and sat straight with my hands tightly clenching my knees. The lady on the other hand appeared to sit stiffly.
15 minutes into the break. The waist band of my skirt seemed to have become smaller. Upon examining I found my bladder was being severely squished under its tightness. The lady still seemed unfazed.
20 minutes into the break. I was gasping for breath. I crossed my legs and recrossed them. Involuntarily started rocking back and forth praying to my stars to let the time pass by faster.
The lady crossed her legs tightly at this point. She caught me staring at her and just to show her prowess she chugged one more bottle of water.
My jaws dropped to the ground because Mr. Locks would want me to follow suit. And lo! There it was another bottle of water.
"Mr. Locks I am already having too much to deal with. This pill is too strong for me..Please don't make me drink this"
"I am not requesting you to drink it. Its AN ORDER!"
I had my eyes brimming with tears as I reluctantly chugged down all the water and then some more just to stay on top of the game. My ever strong hollow bladder was failing miserably that day.
30 minutes into the break. I could no longer sit still at all and had to readjust my position every now and then. My zero stretch pencil skirt was cutting deep onto the apex of my bladder which desperately needed some room to expand.
I tried to unbutton my skirt but Mr. Locks again held my hands firmly.
"While I understand your dire needs Ms. Ava but for your own self-respect - be a sport. The lady is wearing a corset and here you are just in a regular skirt.
"I have never been THIS DESPERATE in my life Mr. Locks. I was holding quite a volume when you walked into my office and now all this. . . I am not sure if . ."
"Shhh!" He interrupted me."Focus on your hold"
About 40 minutes into the break. I was going crazy. In my mind I was pulling and tearing my hair away. My entire body was tensed. All muscles clenched as tightly as humanly possible, toes curled and eyes shut tight.
45 minutes into the break I was weeping. I was in tremendous pain. The lady in question was shuddering as well but still sitting quietly as her lawyer prepared for the next session. I wanted to grab my pussy and sit on my heels but I could do none of it. Thanks to the stupid skirt.
50 minutes into the break my bladder was on fire. My pee hole burned and my insides hurt as if it was being stung by bees. I was panting and sweating profusely. All I had in my mind was to get some relief by hook or by crook. I don't know how those last 10 minutes passed but I was jolted back to reality after nearly passing out.
When I woke up from my painful unconsciousness the entire court was staring at me. For a moment I thought I had pissed myself but a second later I saw that I had been sitting with my hands forcefully buried in my crotch and shamelessly moaning.
75 minutes had passed and the court finally resumed its processing. The lady who was albeit in serious pain right now could not stand still in the box. Her lame lawyer kept producing slide after slide how her client had failed to hold her pee despite consuming bladder strengthening pills from BladdeRox.
I interrupted him with my hand still glued into my crotch. The judge scolded me for being obscene and ordered me to straighten up. Little did she know that was beyond impossible now. The heaviness in my bladder could no longer be supported with a normal composure. I held my breath and with great efforts stood straight.
"How. . .How...m-much did you drink before consuming the pill?" I asked with a strained voice.
"4 liters of water over a day and around 13 pints of beer by the evening. "
"How long did you intend to wait?
"A full weekend without losing a drop"
"That. . .That cannot be possible. . " I tried to argue and tried my best to read aloud the warning on the bottle of the muscle strengthening pills. "WARNING - The effect of the pills work only for 18-24 hours depending on your body, amount of liquids consumed, type of liquid consumed. For best results do not drink alcohol and consume more than 3 liters of water over this duration. Alcohol consumption may cause reversal of the desired effect and involuntary release"
The lady in question was startled. Her lawyer tried to imply that someone had tampered with the label. But I was quick enough despite my dire situation to produce the Government approvals with the same warning written over.
"But I am a strong lady and I could still hold it. The pill wreaked havoc with my system" The lady still tried to fight.
"Lady, you're barely holding 6 hours worth of pee with nearly 3 liters of intake. Here I am holding it for nearly 12 hours now, with a muscle weakening pill and have consumed nearly 4 liters of water excluding other drinks. . ."
"If that is the case let us dip our hands into the bowl of ice cold water and stand with our legs apart. That would tell who has the strongest bladder" The lady desperately whined while nearly squatting on the ground.
A chill went down my spine. May be I had crossed the line. I was frantic. My bladder was screaming and begging to spare the pain. But one look from Mr. Locks made me take the challenge. We dipped our hands in the bowl of ice cold water that had been brought earlier for various experiments. Minute after minute passed by as we scrunched up. Our existence depended our little pee holes which was somehow still locked up by our over-worked sphincters. Keeping the legs apart was such a torture. The AC on top chilled the room like a freezer. I swore to myself to never wear such ridiculously tight and short skirts to work anymore.
An hour later, my teeth was awash with pee. I was seeing yellow through my eyes. No one was giving up. My hand was going numb and I did not have any more strength to squeeze my muscles anymore. I was contemplating to let go. Just the mere thought of it made me leak. But I quickly squeezed it with all my might. It was a coincident that the large wall clock behind us rung aloud. That was so startling that the lady lost focus and her dam burst open. Within seconds there was a huge splatter. Her gusher was huge and continued for over two minutes easily. I collapsed on the floor with my hands flying to grab my pussy. My pee was nanometres away from gushing out. Those two minutes were the longest in my life. Seeing her pee and listening to the hiss was making me go nuts. I HAD TO PEE but he held my hands and made me sit.
When the gusher stopped and the humiliated lady stood back the judge passed the final verdict. The lady lost the case to Mr. Locks and had to pay him 1 million dollars as compensation and her bathroom breaks were revoked by the government for lifetime. - which meant she had to ask the government every time she had to go to the bathroom.
I on the other hand could no longer wait but was forced to wait till everyone in the courtroom left. The risk of trying to move was too much. The out burst could happen anytime and I was running out of my reserves of strength.
"You did very well Miss Ava. I am truly impressed by your holding capacity. No one except me has ever lasted for more than 3 hours while drinking such a copious amount of water with my muscle weakening pill. . . "
He extended his hand for a handshake. I slowly extended my hand too but the moment our hands touched my dam burst open. The sexual tension in those few seconds proved to be my undoing. It was an instant orgasm coupled with the pee forcefully gushing outside. I collapsed into his arms while still releasing my pent up pee.
Mr. Locks smiled to me and said "I guess. . .You are the one. . "
That was the beginning of our empire. . ."
WIth this Ava ended her story and hobbled towards the Big Bladder house. . .
"Of course I do!"
"Then you might as well not shy away from a holding contest"
"Who is the contender?"
"I am."
There was a sudden uproar in the crowd. Everyone was startled. I stole a glance at Mr. Locks who was grinning at me. After hours of questioning and cross questioning the case had come to a bottle neck and this was my only hope. If I could pull this feat and prove in court that a lady can always hold her pee against all odds I would win the case.
I asked the courtroom assistant to read the chemical report and the analysis of the pill to the judge. It stated that anyone who consumes a single pill with a liter of water is bound to experience very intense urge to urinate and may have to frequently do so for the rest of the day. Scheduled drug - not to be used without medical guidance.
I loudly announced. "I had drank around a tall glass of juice, 5 cups of coffee & around a liter of water since morning. I am fairly am going to chug down this entire liter of water and pop this pill. After an hours gap, if the judge permits we shall continue this little experiment to see, how strong the lady in question really is"
The judge herself being at the brink of an accident decided to break off for an hour.
A minute after the court went empty I, Mr.Locks, and the prosecution stayed back for obvious reasons.There were police officers to keep an eye on us to prevent us from cheating or peeing.
The lady immediately drank a liter of water to set the game even.
10 minutes into the break. My bladder pangs were getting stronger. I could feel the pee rushing towards my pee hole. I breathed deep and sat straight with my hands tightly clenching my knees. The lady on the other hand appeared to sit stiffly.
15 minutes into the break. The waist band of my skirt seemed to have become smaller. Upon examining I found my bladder was being severely squished under its tightness. The lady still seemed unfazed.
20 minutes into the break. I was gasping for breath. I crossed my legs and recrossed them. Involuntarily started rocking back and forth praying to my stars to let the time pass by faster.
The lady crossed her legs tightly at this point. She caught me staring at her and just to show her prowess she chugged one more bottle of water.
My jaws dropped to the ground because Mr. Locks would want me to follow suit. And lo! There it was another bottle of water.
"Mr. Locks I am already having too much to deal with. This pill is too strong for me..Please don't make me drink this"
"I am not requesting you to drink it. Its AN ORDER!"
I had my eyes brimming with tears as I reluctantly chugged down all the water and then some more just to stay on top of the game. My ever strong hollow bladder was failing miserably that day.
30 minutes into the break. I could no longer sit still at all and had to readjust my position every now and then. My zero stretch pencil skirt was cutting deep onto the apex of my bladder which desperately needed some room to expand.
I tried to unbutton my skirt but Mr. Locks again held my hands firmly.
"While I understand your dire needs Ms. Ava but for your own self-respect - be a sport. The lady is wearing a corset and here you are just in a regular skirt.
"I have never been THIS DESPERATE in my life Mr. Locks. I was holding quite a volume when you walked into my office and now all this. . . I am not sure if . ."
"Shhh!" He interrupted me."Focus on your hold"
About 40 minutes into the break. I was going crazy. In my mind I was pulling and tearing my hair away. My entire body was tensed. All muscles clenched as tightly as humanly possible, toes curled and eyes shut tight.
45 minutes into the break I was weeping. I was in tremendous pain. The lady in question was shuddering as well but still sitting quietly as her lawyer prepared for the next session. I wanted to grab my pussy and sit on my heels but I could do none of it. Thanks to the stupid skirt.
50 minutes into the break my bladder was on fire. My pee hole burned and my insides hurt as if it was being stung by bees. I was panting and sweating profusely. All I had in my mind was to get some relief by hook or by crook. I don't know how those last 10 minutes passed but I was jolted back to reality after nearly passing out.
When I woke up from my painful unconsciousness the entire court was staring at me. For a moment I thought I had pissed myself but a second later I saw that I had been sitting with my hands forcefully buried in my crotch and shamelessly moaning.
75 minutes had passed and the court finally resumed its processing. The lady who was albeit in serious pain right now could not stand still in the box. Her lame lawyer kept producing slide after slide how her client had failed to hold her pee despite consuming bladder strengthening pills from BladdeRox.
I interrupted him with my hand still glued into my crotch. The judge scolded me for being obscene and ordered me to straighten up. Little did she know that was beyond impossible now. The heaviness in my bladder could no longer be supported with a normal composure. I held my breath and with great efforts stood straight.
"How. . .How...m-much did you drink before consuming the pill?" I asked with a strained voice.
"4 liters of water over a day and around 13 pints of beer by the evening. "
"How long did you intend to wait?
"A full weekend without losing a drop"
"That. . .That cannot be possible. . " I tried to argue and tried my best to read aloud the warning on the bottle of the muscle strengthening pills. "WARNING - The effect of the pills work only for 18-24 hours depending on your body, amount of liquids consumed, type of liquid consumed. For best results do not drink alcohol and consume more than 3 liters of water over this duration. Alcohol consumption may cause reversal of the desired effect and involuntary release"
The lady in question was startled. Her lawyer tried to imply that someone had tampered with the label. But I was quick enough despite my dire situation to produce the Government approvals with the same warning written over.
"But I am a strong lady and I could still hold it. The pill wreaked havoc with my system" The lady still tried to fight.
"Lady, you're barely holding 6 hours worth of pee with nearly 3 liters of intake. Here I am holding it for nearly 12 hours now, with a muscle weakening pill and have consumed nearly 4 liters of water excluding other drinks. . ."
"If that is the case let us dip our hands into the bowl of ice cold water and stand with our legs apart. That would tell who has the strongest bladder" The lady desperately whined while nearly squatting on the ground.
A chill went down my spine. May be I had crossed the line. I was frantic. My bladder was screaming and begging to spare the pain. But one look from Mr. Locks made me take the challenge. We dipped our hands in the bowl of ice cold water that had been brought earlier for various experiments. Minute after minute passed by as we scrunched up. Our existence depended our little pee holes which was somehow still locked up by our over-worked sphincters. Keeping the legs apart was such a torture. The AC on top chilled the room like a freezer. I swore to myself to never wear such ridiculously tight and short skirts to work anymore.
An hour later, my teeth was awash with pee. I was seeing yellow through my eyes. No one was giving up. My hand was going numb and I did not have any more strength to squeeze my muscles anymore. I was contemplating to let go. Just the mere thought of it made me leak. But I quickly squeezed it with all my might. It was a coincident that the large wall clock behind us rung aloud. That was so startling that the lady lost focus and her dam burst open. Within seconds there was a huge splatter. Her gusher was huge and continued for over two minutes easily. I collapsed on the floor with my hands flying to grab my pussy. My pee was nanometres away from gushing out. Those two minutes were the longest in my life. Seeing her pee and listening to the hiss was making me go nuts. I HAD TO PEE but he held my hands and made me sit.
When the gusher stopped and the humiliated lady stood back the judge passed the final verdict. The lady lost the case to Mr. Locks and had to pay him 1 million dollars as compensation and her bathroom breaks were revoked by the government for lifetime. - which meant she had to ask the government every time she had to go to the bathroom.
I on the other hand could no longer wait but was forced to wait till everyone in the courtroom left. The risk of trying to move was too much. The out burst could happen anytime and I was running out of my reserves of strength.
"You did very well Miss Ava. I am truly impressed by your holding capacity. No one except me has ever lasted for more than 3 hours while drinking such a copious amount of water with my muscle weakening pill. . . "
He extended his hand for a handshake. I slowly extended my hand too but the moment our hands touched my dam burst open. The sexual tension in those few seconds proved to be my undoing. It was an instant orgasm coupled with the pee forcefully gushing outside. I collapsed into his arms while still releasing my pent up pee.
Mr. Locks smiled to me and said "I guess. . .You are the one. . "
That was the beginning of our empire. . ."
WIth this Ava ended her story and hobbled towards the Big Bladder house. . .
